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Actually Do. Advocating for Verse Drama     A difficult client. Firstly, the term is stone dead. Drama is ok, but ‘verse’ describes a kind of poetry in uniform, at drill not in combat. It gets worse, when you arrive at the term blank verse. Here the poor soldiers don’t even have live ammunition. Things improve alot when you get to the exponents. Euripides. Marlowe. Lorca. To name but a few. But they’re all gone. A Guardian critic, interviewing me, opened with, ‘Verse drama has an illustrious past, a dead present and no future.’ So how about new terminology? You could talk about Initiatory Theatre, Non-Realistic Theatre, DysCheckovian, but all these would fail to include the main point, which is incantation. Why chant, you may ask, in this modern day? The reason is that it lifts the spirits. I don’t wish to implicate my client in black arts. Actually I do. She can’t exist without incantation. It’s her culture, that’s how she was raised. It’s a balancing act.The unrhyming ...

Eyewear is very glad to offer readers a new sonnet by Peter Oswald .  It's very beautiful, I think. Sonnet She’s somewhere in the house. I will not go To find her, right now. Let her be alone, We will meet later, so I can be slow, Not even bother with the phone, Or shrieking of a child or animal, Unless insistent. I will often stir For no good reason, she is beautiful, Focus my vacant gaze to look for her, As if love was a novel I was loving, Left in the wrong place, under towels or something, And it concerns me, it will tell my ending, Like a sky full of fires. But for the time being, Let her be everywhere, fill all the rooms With various possible sweet and bitter dooms. poem by Peter Oswald; published with permission of the author.